Haunted Wood Crumble beneath me

Spree? -eyes-

She brushed her flank against his and shoved her snout into his coarse mane. Were it not for the absence of that telltale perfume, he'd think she were in heat. Aren't we forward today? He pointed out, but his tone indicated that he wasn't complaining. His loins simmered, but he said nothing on that matter... for now, anyway, curious to see what she was after first. He noticed the wounds on her face but wasn't given time to inquire about them, for Tzila implored he spar with her.

I most certainly did, Black Hat parroted, returning her smile with one that brandished his teeth. He didn't even bother backing up. Without warning, he struck almost playfully with a childlike rumble, targeting the column of her neck. He always played dirty, and that got him far — but not far enough for him, not here.